With a barely audible sigh, Roman stood to his full height, ready to leave. But before he did, he called out to me once more, his tone softer than before. "Amelia... be careful today, and if anything comes up, let me know," Is he…worried about my well-being? Or worried I might be kidnapped becau
As we pulled away from Roman's mansion, I found myself relaxing a bit. Vincent had a way of putting me at ease, his easygoing nature a stark contrast to the constant tension I felt around Roman. "So," I began, fiddling with the hem of my dress, "Is there anything else I should know about your famil
I wasn't sure what I expected, but a small two story house that seemed to be a few years old wasn't it. I half expected Vincent's home to be as extravagant as the mansion he lived in. The man was loaded. As we approached the simple wooden door in front of us, I wiped my clammy palms against th
After giving countless apologies to Vincent and his family, I rushed out of their house, hoping they won't find my abrupt departure to be rude and probably see me as some sort of prude. Vincent had offered to drive me over to my family home but I had politely declined. Quite frankly, the last thin
As I approached my father's study, my heart raced. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if my body was fighting against my decision to come here. I paused at the door, taking a deep breath to steady myself before knocking. It took a few seconds. I'd even taken a step back in those short moment
I scoffed, unable to hold back my annoyance despite how wary I was of my father at that moment. "I honestly don't have a problem with Bertha leaving. The only thing I'm guilty of is stopping her from lingering around the man I am married to, which, last time I checked, isn't a crime," The sound
I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. "This is fucking blackmail!" I said, my voice thick with suppressed emotion. Monica laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, darling, don't be so dramatic. It's just
ROMAN“I will get it done as soon as possible,” Dimitri promised before the call was ended and i was left in the suffocating silence of my office, sinking into the leather seat, feeling a headache make it's presence known. Alexander was a slippery bastard, he was no where to be found, despite all
"I swear," she laughed, her voice filling the car with warmth, "if he could bubble-wrap me and the baby, he would." I couldn't help but smile, watching her face light up as she talked about her husband. "He's just nervous. First-time dad and all that." "Oh, speaking of nervous," she grinned, tur
AMELIA Morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of my bedroom, casting warm patches across my chilly sheets. I should have felt lighter, triumphant even. The family was finally under control, the threats neutralized, and the Guerrero name secure. Yet as I lay there, staring up at the ce
The color drained from their faces so quickly it was almost comical. Uncle Stefano actually tugged at his collar, while Uncle Paolo seemed to sink further into his chair. "Ricardo made his choice," Uncle Marco said, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite his obvious fear. "We are mere
AMELIA The meeting wasn't one I was looking forward to but it was something I had to get done. Something that I hoped would remind me of all the reasons why I was in Italy. All the reasons why I became a completely different person. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in ho
AMELIA TWO YEARS LATER… I was twenty-seven years old, younger than my mother was when she had me, and five years older than she was when my grandfather entrusted the Guerrero family's responsibility to her. Despite trying my best not to think about her, everything I did, everywhere I walked in It
"And sitting back and doing nothing is better?" My voice rose, a mixture of frustration and desperation. "I'm tired of being the victim. Tired of being passed around like a piece of property, like something to be traded and bartered." His blue eyes flashed. "I would never let that happen to you aga
AMELIA Why was I so hesitant? I had been sure of my choices, I had accepted that it was what I really wanted and what I needed. But sitting here, with his head on my shoulder and his eyes looking so distant, I couldn't bring myself to say a word. Nothing. “Amy?” “Hm?” Roman raised his hea
Hi! Its me Dchenemi but you already know that lol. I want to thank you for sticking with this book this far and answer a few questions. Firstly O would like to apologize for the lack of updates, I have ongoing exams and I'm unable to focus on writing while the pressure of getting good grades are
AMELIA My mother had always told me I was destined for great things, and at some point in my life, I thought it was being a well-established painter or perhaps a tycoon like she wished to be. But now I realized what she truly meant. No matter how much she had tried to escape it, her past still cau